If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung,
Would you hear my voice come thru the music,
Would you hold it near as it were your own?
It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken,
Perhaps they're better left unsung.
I don't know, don't really care
Let there be songs to fill the air.
Ripple in still water,
When there is no pebble tossed,
Nor wind to blow.
Reach out your hand if your cup be empty,
If your cup is full may it be again,
Let it be known there is a fountain,
That was not made by the hands of men.
There is a road, no simple highway,
Between the dawn and the dark of night,
And if you go no one may follow,
That path is for your steps alone.
Ripple in still water,
When there is no pebble tossed,
Nor wind to blow.
You who would lead, must follow
But if you fall you fall alone,
If you should stand then who's to guide you?
If I knew the way I would take you home.
La dee da da da, La da da da da, Da da da, Da da, Da da da da da
La da da da, La da da, Da da, La da da da, La da, Da da.
When I heard the introductory note of that Grateful Dead song Ripple, Tat ta ta ran, ta ra ra ra ra ran..If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine.... i was hooked for life with the Dead.
Jerry Garcia, the master guitarist whose band the Grateful Dead symbolized the 1960s counterculture and
remained a top concert draw three decades later, died Wednesday Aug 9, 1995 at a drug treatment center. He was 53.
He was already an aging rock icon in the early 1990's when i first heard Ripple. I was saddened when I heard that Jerry was dead. Now, eight years later, 2003, I can feel that sadness whenever i hear Ripple... a ripple of pain washes across my whole being.
"Ripple in still water,
When there is no pebble tossed,
Nor wind to blow " -- Jerry Garcia